“Violence against women and violence against the Earth, legitimated and promoted by both patriarchal religion and science, are interconnected assaults rooted in the eroticization of domination. The gynocidal culture’s image of woman as object and victim is paralleled by contemporary representations that continually show the Earth as a toy, machine, or violated object, as well as by the religious and scientific ideology that legitimates the possession, contamination, and destruction of Mother Earth.”

      - Jane Caputi, from “Gossips, Gorgons and Crones: The Fates of the Earth”

posted : Sunday, May 19th, 2013

gypsji:

Visions & Visions d’Italie
by Claudio Capanna

posted : Sunday, May 19th, 2013

reblogged from :

“ A horror so deep only ritual can contain it.

Sarah Kane, Crave.

(via batarde)

posted : Sunday, May 19th, 2013

reblogged from :

George Oppen, “Leviathan”

Truth also is the pursuit of it:
Like happiness, and it will not stand.

Even the verse begins to eat away
In the acid. Pursuit, pursuit;

A wind moves a little,
Moving in a circle, very cold.

How shall we say?
In ordinary discourse—

We must talk now. I am no longer sure of the words,
The clockwork of the world. What is inexplicable

Is the ‘preponderance of objects,’ The sky lights
Daily with that predominance

And we have become the present.

We must talk now. Fear
is fear. But we abandon one another.”

(via hypocrite-lecteur)

posted : Friday, May 17th, 2013

reblogged from : But I could not think of what.

“ I confess I do not believe in time. I like to fold my magic carpet, after use, in such a way as to superimpose one part of the pattern upon another. Let visitors trip. And the highest enjoyment of timelessness-in a landscape selected at random-is when I stand among rare butterflies and their food plants. This is ecstasy, and behind the ecstasy is something else, which is hard to explain. It is like a momentary vacuum into which rushes all that I love. A sense of oneness with sun and stone. A thrill of gratitude to whom it may concern-to the contrapuntal genius of human fate or to tender ghosts humoring a lucky mortal.
Vladimir NabokovSpeak, Memory (via bookmania)

posted : Friday, May 17th, 2013

reblogged from : Book Mania!

“We have to consciously study how to be tender with each other until it becomes a habit.”  - Audre Lorde

(thesemightysecrets via defamiliar)

(Source: ryanbhilliard)

posted : Wednesday, May 15th, 2013

reblogged from : These Mighty Secrets

“ I am a believer
in coincidence: the coin, flipping.
— Stephanie Lane Sutton, from A Transitive Verb  (via the-final-sentence)

(Source: weissewiese)

posted : Wednesday, May 15th, 2013

reblogged from : The final sentence.

“ In societies where modern conditions of production prevail, all of life presents itself as an immense accumulation of spectacles. Everything that was directly lived has moved away into a representation.
Guy Debord (1931-1994)

(Source: mediumtoheavyhanded)

posted : Wednesday, May 15th, 2013

reblogged from : tlvx

secretcinema1:

Adult and Child Smoking, Bronx, 1980, Stephen Shames

secretcinema1:

Adult and Child Smoking, Bronx, 1980, Stephen Shames

posted : Wednesday, May 15th, 2013

reblogged from : The Thrill Of It All

leaddust:

Unknown German, Wunderzeichenbuch (1531)

leaddust:

Unknown German, Wunderzeichenbuch (1531)

posted : Sunday, May 12th, 2013

reblogged from : tiny particles of larger loves